#shay's ranting

[shayinstarlight]

Anxiety, anxiet-, oh, I feel it tryin' (oh) Keep it tryin', keep it tryin' Oh, I feel the silence (oh, ooh) Keep it quiet, keep it tired, oh, somebody's touchin' me (la-da-ooh-oh) Anxiety, anxiet-, oh, I feel anxiet-

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[shayinstarlight]

Bleach: Zaraki Kenpachi Headcannons

A/n: never ever forgetting my firrst anime hubby, 12 year old me was tweaking.

Enjoy

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Headcannons

He walks into the Seireitei like a damn hurricane,bloody, laughing, dragging a sword half his height.

You pass like a breeze still, calculating, every step measured

You didn’t flinch when he growled.

You didn’t step back when he towered over you.

He’s pure instinct and battle-hunger. You’re grace, control, and razor-sharp logic.

If someone threatens you, he doesn’t threaten back. He simply grinsand draws his sword.

His love language is fighting for you, standing behind you, glaring at anyone who breathes wrong.

Your love language is restraint and small, deliberate care.

Somehow, it works.

You don’t do public affection. You barely do private affection.

Kenpachi? Not big on it either, but he’ll sling an arm around your shoulders with zero warning, just to feel you there.

You like art, tea houses, moonlit walks.

He gets bored easily,unless it ends in something exploding.

Compromise? He escorts you to noble functions, sword over his shoulder like a bodyguard from hell, while you sip wine in silken poise.

Then later, you watch him fight and your voice is the last thing his opponent hears.

He takes afternoon naps by routine, and the spot is always your lap. You stay still and not moving a muscle for 1-2 hours.

He sits with his head in your lap while you clean the blood off his face, completely docile.

He laughs during battle when he hears your voice in the distance,like it anchors him.

You wear white and silver. He bleeds red and walks in black. Together, you're war and grace.

Not soft,gentle. A man used to tearing things apart learns to touch you like you’re a living sword.

The contrast is shocking. His fingers graze your cheek like he’s afraid you’ll vanish.

Yachiru adores you.

She clings to your sleeves and calls you “Lady Prettyface.”

You teach her manners. She teaches you how to trip people with string.

Kenpachi once caught you two conspiring. “Should I be worried?”

“Absolutely,” you both answered at once.

[shayinstarlight]

Day 1 of ranting: why is it that when i look for fics.....13/10 times the first ones that pop up are smut?

Like whyyyyy

WHY Is you dirty like that?!

Nothing wrong with that,i mean, i have written some posts as well,but i really really REALLY dont need to see them when all i want to do is giggle and rol around my bed reading fluff or any other genre except THAT ONE and wishing that was me...

Thank you for your time.

(Does the black cape thing and disappears)